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letra de coinside - andy o.

if god could rap, what would he say?
if we could hear it would you even press play?
get near or push back? even give a response track
if it was on wax, could it light up a way?
too many distractions. meddle with truth, settle for fractions
acting can’t embezzle your roots, need different actions
actually, what you treasure means more. heart needs cure
just because it look clean don’t mean it’s actually pure
look to heaven but can never be sure
you at the gate, will he give you a tour? what if it’s late?
urge to indulge in a coors. apartment 7, second floor
wanna soar, but i sleep on the floor
now i’m sitting wishing freedom came and knocked on these doors
all i get is landlords, debt, and women galore
want change but get profit. plenty thoughts but trapped inside it
if this prison lives inside myself, who can unlock it?
they say the key’s hidden in what’s written in a black book
vision tinted, feeling weak’s a bad look. live with tension
i’ve been praying for the best, but expecting the worst
if god can rap then i’m in need of a verse

look, if god could rap, what would he say?
if we could hear it, would you even press play?
get near or push back, even give a response track
if it was on wax could it light up a way?
it’s hard to say when preachers contradict each other every day
pulling facts out a hat, sn-tching cash outta cats
can’t believe in different when we only seeing the same
if god had my ipod, would he even press play?
i mean we all suffer but can he relate
to growing up with only nas, biggie, 50, and jay?
we both most high, mine just relies on the reefer
climb steeper. rewind. we both ain’t really seen our father either
church people only care ’bout what we choose to wear
you scared? why you even come near if you’re here
to tell me what i’m not? please. if god’s real, how could he speak
out your hypocritical mouth?
while you sit there and lounge, i face reality, gravity
ain’t we all sons?
preaching love but i get none. where do i run?
what do i run from?
aware of what i’ve done but face the barrel of hypocrisy’s gun

if god could rap, what would he say?
if we could hear it, dawg i would hope you’d press play
he’d say, can’t you see i’m here and i’m speaking to you?
who you think holds the air when your breathing’s tough?
to you that’s not enough?
you like a jester, but for you i’d give up being royal
see your gestures, but you complain your friends ain’t being loyal?
mine betrayed and left me all on the ice like wayne gretzky
love you unconditional, but still you choose to test me
you feel lost, it gets hard. hope you hear what i said
tryna get your bread up, fail to notice i parted bread
i’ll multiply it or divide it, either way you gon depart with it man
own it all, i just want your everything
but you consumed in your arrogance. you are not prepared for this, true
but when did living life become about you?
i endured pain just to prove to you true words. truth burns
breaking rules, hope you turn before you learn
it feel good, but it’s deeper than that. sin is wack
i’m rapping just to show you that it’s deeper than rap
while you tryna find the wrongs to right
one verse from me could change your life

- andy o

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